A letter to the love of my life

Lost letters...

Preity kept complaining that I never wrote her an actual letter - despite professing to her my love of writing on paper. I got an opportunity to do so when she left me for a week. Sitting all alone, I missed her dearly. So I began to scribe my thoughts, and mailed her a letter. This is that letter in electronic format.

Mar 14th 2014

Dear Preity,

As I sit here all alone on a cold Sunday afternoon I cannot help but miss you. Outside it is cloudy, and although it is just past 2 o'clock, it is surprisingly melancholic, and gloomy. If it were not for the comfort of a blanket, and the warmth of a hot cup of chai, I too would be morose. I can only hope that without me you are faring better than I am coping without you.

The view from my chair is that of some pale dried shrub in the distance, and a few lifeless tress beyond that. A confused black cat is playing (or preying) in the tall grass. A few scattered birds tried chirping in the morning in the forlorn hope that maybe they could convince the spring to finally arrive. But alas! The chirping has now stopped.

Sometimes I wonder if it is just as well that you are away. It makes me realize how truly I love you, and how incomplete my life is without yours. I wish you were here, I wish I could hold you now and forever. The house is quiet, and it seems the silent walls, the curtains, the lamps, and rhe shelves, everything demands to know of your return. It's no longer a home without you, and I feel utterly lost in it. As I cook, clean, walk, read, a nagging thought always linger in the back of my mind, there is always a sense of urgency, of a personal loss. I am sullen, lost, and miserable alone. Only when I talk to you do I feel a slight respite.

Each night though, I sleep soundly in the knowledge that there is someone out there who loves me, someone who cares. I cannot wait to embrace you...

I smile as I think about us, for I feel like a shy young lover, not a married man that I am. I would feel no different if we had met in high school instead. Nobody could love anyone anymore than I already love you. I thank my gods for making it so. Let us make our life a honeymoon.

All my love, forever.
-Karan